War for All

I wrote this a long while back, I was probably about ten or eleven, and I've just digitalized it. I'd love to hear your thoughts.

In a war that kills many,

One man is not a lot.

I can tell you what he is,

and I can tell you what he's not.

He's not just a person, he's a soldier

Fighting for you and me.

He's not a coward,

He fights for his country.

He is somebody, a brother,

Father, husband or someone's son,

Or maybe he's just waiting

for theis war to be done.

Maybe he has a wife

And a baby on the way,

It's a very special time

And he'd like to be here today.

When you pick up your newspaper,

And see the war's claimed another life,

He's not just a number, he's

Someone's brother, father, son or wife.

So when you leave

And see another's passed away,

Remember that he was someone

On that very day.